When I say that Sophie Turner presented the World Cup trophy, I mean that she literally helped present its existence to the crowd before the match; she did not physically hand it to the winning team (congrats to South Africa, and New Zealand for coming in second, and England for third; you are all crazy for playing this game). It seems she was chosen in her capacity as a Louis Vuitton ambassador, because the trophy travels in a trunk that they made. No, seriously:
I snorted when I saw this. It’s hilarious that one of the sweatier, messier sports, in which noses and ears and other body parts are routinely crumpled and torn and even relocated beyond recognition, made sure that its trophy travels in custom style. Unfortunately, I don’t love Sophie’s outfit; there are some cute stripes on the back that are the only part I would keep, other than the boots. But I’ve decided that this whole outing was perfunctory anyway, and that her pal Taylor Swift told her that the best rebound romance you can find is with an athlete who routinely puts his bones under threat of being crushed. Her cohort here, Dan Carter, is married, but there were like DOZENS of other man-beasts on the field who might be single and probably all had barely appropriate crushes on Sansa Stark at one point. FLING IT, SOPHIE. FLING IT HARD. I look forward to this double date.
